Curse Mark Kimimaro Novels & Stories

Practically gift-wrapping herself and sliding across the table. I’d tolerated it. Entertained it, even. But I always knew. She wasn’t it. And Zey? Zey has never liked her. Not once. Not even a little. Still… Crescent Creek is our closest neighboring pack. Small — dangerously small — but they produce warriors that fight like demons. We need them. Which is exactly why this moment could not possibly be worse. Karissa slides up beside me like a snake finding warm stone, her manicured hand settling lightly on my arm.

To him. I tugged nervously at the hem of the oversized shirt. It was ridiculous how exposed I felt – despite being more covered than in my uniform. The floor creaked softly, giving away my arrival. Marek was slouched on the couch, one arm sprawled along the backrest, cigarette dangling between two fingers. He didn’t move right away. His eyes found me, and the smirk spread slow and dangerous, illuminating his scarred face. “Kurva…” he muttered under his breath, the words more like a prayer than a curse. He dragged his eyes down the shirt, lingering shamelessly on my bare thighs before flicking back up to my face.

“It means her body is a living vessel. It’s destruction and rebirth in the same breath. Her blood can amplify any power it touches, dominance, chaos, creation, and ruin. That’s why they all want her. Damien wants to drink it, Cassian wants to wield it, and the others we haven’t even seen yet will come for it too. Or they’ll kill her to keep it from being used at all.” I dragged both hands down my face. “And the hallucinations?” “The mark.” Mara’s voice softened. “Whoever she marks first draws the curse into themselves. It’s not a gentle thing. The bond pulls everything dark inside her—the rage, the grief, and the raw uncontrolled force—and funnels it through the one she chooses. If you survi

"What you did is more marveling. You're immune to Nyx's curse?" Rendall walked over to her and sat beside her but he regretted taking that action immediately because his wolf was becoming restless. "Mark her!" Conri screamed but he ignored him. He was trying hard to control himself. "I have always been immune to the curse. But, I do not know why?" "That's also strange," she said softly and Rendall gave her a small smile. "Well, it is as strange as a werelion making magic portions," Rendall said and Helia chuckled.

Kimarhi’s face came into focus, along with Lorcan and Xim’s. They are holding hands and reaching out to me. I cuddle into them happily, kissing each. We are standing in a circle under a full moon’s eclipse. It was spectacular, and a loving voice sounded all around us. Moon cover shows the waves of the mark. One shall have three, and all will embark. We embrace and fall into each other. I lose myself in their affection of love. I feel warmth all around me as a sensation of pleasure follows. Suddenly Kimarhi is glowing, vibrant, and regal. She transforms into her lion form and roars, making me quiver. On her forehead lay the same-colored dahlia, like a crown. Her violet eyes are the last thing

Maverick came to sit by me and he said "It's not about your love, we are cursed, we fear if we mark you, you might not Survive it and we can't take such risks" Maverick whispered in a pleading tone but I wasn't having it, I wanted to get marked. I haven't felt the impact of any curse, and I am starting to think they have been tricked into believing they were cursed. How can we have sex and we can't get marked no I will not stand for these.

"We will stand united against your tyranny and find a way to free you from the curse that holds you captive." Swiftclaw's grin widened, revealing a row of sharp, menacing fangs. His voice dripped with cruel amusement as he spoke, each word a twisted melody in the air. "Free me? Oh, Marco, you underestimate the depth of my power. I am not bound by any curse. In fact, I revel in the darkness that courses through my veins."

“So… your mate is a Head Gamma’s daughter. And she has no scary Father that her mate has to please…” Liam threw his head back and laughed. “… and she gets attracted to her best friend Carson –“ “Not anymore because she is marked,” he said firmly. “Ha-ha! The curse won’t affect me anymore, Liam.” I sat up beside him then kissed his cheek. “You have absolutely no reason to be jealous of.” “I’m not,” he replied, pulling me into his lap. “You’re right. I have ‘absolutely no reason to be jealous of’”.

I stood before Marcus, my posture deferential, my head slightly bowed, but my heart pounded with a cold, calculating ambition that burned hotter than the flames. Marcus slouched in his obsidian throne, his crimson robe hanging open, revealing the scarred expanse of his chest, the faint glow of a curse’s mark pulsing beneath his skin—a secret I’d pieced together from his winces, his sudden gasps, his desperate obsession with the Moonborn. I masked my smirk, my dark eyes glinting with the knowledge I held close, my hands clasped behind my back.

Carmen paused to catch her breath. "When the elders found out about it, they got into a fight" Carmen added. "Soon enough, it escalated into a fight between pack members. Famine plagued the land because the wolves couldn't interact like before, and properties had been destroyed. Years later, the Prophetess appeared and relayed the message she got from the moon goddess." "The curse?" I inquired. "Yes" Carmen affirmed. "The Alpha and his elders died, and their children took up the mantle, uniting the pack members and making the necessary corrections. Unfortunately, it was already late."